I hopped over the rubble wall and grabbed another round for my rocket launcher. There was a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead heading for my right eye but I didn’t have time to deal with it. I could hear the others urging me to take out an mg in the field. I could smell the cordite, the sweat, the fine dust from fresh rubble. If I could just make my way past that sniper. Smoke is my best friend. Rush, lungs on fire, panting almost there… You never hear the one that get’s you.
>>>>>>>
I felt good; better than I had in along time. A sparkling rope of light connected me to the tall skinny guy in the pickelhaube.
“Danke mein herr.”
A mountain of a man holding the biggest machine gun in the universe hurried past and the rope of light reached out and snagged him. I followed them through the door and down the stairs. I sent a rocket over to the stack of crates where the sniper was peeking. I seated the next rocket in the tube with a satisfying click. Suddenly a flaming arrow sprouted from my chest.
>>>>>>>>
“Fire arrows M’Lord?”
“No. Let us not give them warning. Take ye your gallants and circle widdershins about the knoll. I shall take mine deasil. Look ye sharply. I have heard there are wargs with them. The snow crunched under our feet as I checked that my sword was loose in its scabbard. I reviewed my spells. After that last encounter with the trolls my power was low.
>>>>>>>>
If I could just earn a little more I could upgrade the power plant, or should I put it into shields and armor. I really need to get this done before they leave for the next trip through the worm hole. The stars are calling to me.
>>>>>>>
He’s calling her what?
NOT. ON. MY. WATCH.
“Miscreant we do not tolerate that language on EdgeGamer's servers. Play friendly or play silent or play somewhere else.”
>->->->
Just another night with EdgeGamers.
>>>>>>>
I felt good; better than I had in along time. A sparkling rope of light connected me to the tall skinny guy in the pickelhaube.
“Danke mein herr.”
A mountain of a man holding the biggest machine gun in the universe hurried past and the rope of light reached out and snagged him. I followed them through the door and down the stairs. I sent a rocket over to the stack of crates where the sniper was peeking. I seated the next rocket in the tube with a satisfying click. Suddenly a flaming arrow sprouted from my chest.
>>>>>>>>
“Fire arrows M’Lord?”
“No. Let us not give them warning. Take ye your gallants and circle widdershins about the knoll. I shall take mine deasil. Look ye sharply. I have heard there are wargs with them. The snow crunched under our feet as I checked that my sword was loose in its scabbard. I reviewed my spells. After that last encounter with the trolls my power was low.
>>>>>>>>
If I could just earn a little more I could upgrade the power plant, or should I put it into shields and armor. I really need to get this done before they leave for the next trip through the worm hole. The stars are calling to me.
>>>>>>>
He’s calling her what?
NOT. ON. MY. WATCH.
“Miscreant we do not tolerate that language on EdgeGamer's servers. Play friendly or play silent or play somewhere else.”
>->->->
Just another night with EdgeGamers.
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